This defiantly unconventional debut record from the Hoodoos seems like it should be a real redneck rock kind of experience, but not really. In actuality these guys were quirky musicians who ended up in the post-hippie San Francisco scene and cut an album which reflected that mindset. Think of something similar to a darker, more risk-taking version of Little Feat, and you've arrived at Rack Jobbers Rule. For me, it's fun while it's on, but only slight bits leave an impression once it's off.